#imagery

It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced my finger along the silver line like smoke, whiplash curves. ... I touched the pages her hands touched, I pressed them to my lips, the soft thick old paper, yellow now, fragile as skin. I stuck my nose between the bindings and smelled all the readings she had given, the smell of unfiltered cigarettes and the espresso machine, beaches and incense and whispered words in the night. I could hear her voice rising from the pages. The cover curled outward like sails. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#silver #smell #wanting #art

their heart grew cold they let their wings down ↗

— Sappho

#defeat #giving-in #giving-up #imagery #poetry

John Longridge, the cook at Harley-street, had suffered from low spirits for more than thirty years, and he was quick to welcome Stephen as a newcomer to the freemasonry of melancholy. ↗

— Susanna Clarke

#humor #beauty

There were no stars, or if they were they shone like volcanic glass. ↗

— J.V. Jones

#beauty

There is something beautiful about a sunny winter day, A break from harsh gray skies and harsh cold winds, A bright warm sun and clear blue skies instead. ↗

— Red Waterfall

#beauty

The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#chilling #imagery #personification #beauty

We are in the dark places of the earth," said Madman. "Where all the ancient and most dangerous secrets are kept. There are Old Things down here, sleeping all around us, in the earth and in the living rock, and in the spaces between spaces. Keep your voices down. Some of these old creatures sleep but lightly, and even their dreams can have force and substance in our limited world. We have come among forgotten gods and sleeping devils, from the days before the world settled down and declared itself sane. ↗

— Simon R. Green

#imagery #dreams

Chase the dream, not the competition. ↗

— Lisa J. Ellwood

#dreams

...his monstrous dreams, peopled by ape-like creatures and by harlots with gleaming jewel eyes.. ↗

— James Joyce

#wonderful-imagery #dreams

They spell-caught the sounds of cat paws, the breath of fish, the spittle of birds, the hairs of a woman's beard, and the roots of a mountain, and spun them around the sinews of a bear. That made a bond that looked as fine as a ribbon of silk, but, since it was made of things not in this world, it was so strong nothing in the world could break it. ↗

— Ingri d'Aulaire

#imagery #imagination #myth #imagination